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Mural entitled "Cosmic Dance" by Joy Hernandez aka @joythestampede located on the Monkey's Tale property at 925 East Westfield Boulevard in the Broad Ripple area of Indianapolis, Indiana.
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The Silken whisper of Flickering Desires
A Chronicle
Adapted from the Final Entry Entitled:
Their Regal Gambit
Subtitled:
While Sherlock Holmes vacationed
The first score had been made, now for the Coup de Grace! So far their little operation had gone as smooth as silk, or in this case, satin. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then Mollie would let her husband know that with the coast clear, freeing him to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping an eye on all evening. The one who was wearing the exquisite necklace of fiery flickering diamonds, just daring someone to expertly slip it away the throat of its unsuspecting owner.
And therein lay the rub, She happily thought….
As Mollie made her way down the quiet corridor to the gentlemen’s smoking lounge, she lovingly played through her mind the series of unfortunate ( or fortunate?) events that had led her and her husband to this place. It had all began with an innocent one named Tabitha…….
Mollies’ Flash back
They had first come across Tabitha at a resort casino deep in the Catskills. Mollie and her husband had been there about three days, scoping out the grounds, and its wealthy clientele. At the casino they both spotted Tabitha at the same time. She was seated at a baccarat table, really standing out in an elegant dress of gold and black striped silk and velvet Her well-toned body displayed numerous pieces of expensive jewelry. A fat little purse dangled, unheeded by her side. Tabitha had held Mollie’s attention mainly due to the strong resemblance she had to herself. Tabitha’s jewelry, a flashy diamond journey style necklace, matching earrings, wide diamond tennis bracelet, and multiple gem encrusted rings, had held Mollies pickpocket husbands’.
Mollie went on to the bar and watched as her husband waited for the seat next to Tabitha to become vacant. Then he sat, asking for chips, while unobtrusively eyeing Tabitha’s bracelet. He began striking up a conversation with Tabitha, finding her to be an easy mark. He soon learned from the chatty girl that she was a divorced, upper executive for a well-known digital arts company servicing the movie industry. It was during this conversation that Tabitha babbled about the upscale, invitation only(you know), black tie formal ball she would be attending in England the next month. Now, as her husband was keeping Tabitha occupied Mollie had walked by the pair, ‘tripping’ into her husband, who palmed off to her , the diamond bracelet which had been ever so subtly slipped from around the unwary Tabatha’s’ wrist. Walking away with the bracelet secured in her purse, Mollie made her way to their small bungalow. Her husband did not break in his conversation with Tabitha; a mark would seldom suspect a friendly person of stealing from her.
Later that evening, Mollie wore the pricy bracelet while mutually admiring it over a bottle of merlot with her husband. They discussed the high-class affair Tabitha had been bragging about. Wistfully, Mollie admitted it was a shame they had not received an invite. Her husband smiled, and pulled a thickly embossed and crested envelope from his pocket. Easily adopting a British accent, he said “The silly little twit was carrying this in her purse!” The envelope revealed a pair of invitations to the Princess’s Jubilee Royal Ball. As the pair continued to empty the bottle of fine merlot, what had started as speculation, turned towards reality, and soon plans had been laid.
As they lay in bed later that night, Mollie turned to her husband, just think about the jewels that will be worn at the English Ball, she shivered with the delightful thoughts. Do you remember the last time we were in England? Mollie looked at her husband slyly, you remember, the Wriggling Whelp Whispering Wisk! She stated teasingly. Mollie knew the quickest way to get her husband’s goat was coming up with silly phrases to describe his more outlandish endeavors. Such phrases like The Tingling Touch Ice Melt, The Slippery Slick Taffeta Pull, The Glossy Gowned Dangling Peel, or her personal favorite, The Ticklish Wedge Clam Dip, never failed to get a response. In this case the response was a brief pillow fight leading into a romantic interlude, ending up with them in bed as they reminisced about the last time they had “visited” England a few years back…..
It had proven a fairly profitable venture with the jewelry alone netting almost 100,000 pounds. It all had culminated quite nicely at one of the posh events they had crashed that final weekend. Their final score had come about from a rambunctious doe eyed Fourteen year old in a shiny dress who had been oblivious to the valuably delicious gold pendent studded with small rubies and emeralds that sparkled ever so invitingly as it swung from her throat. A pair of matching dangling earrings dripped from her ears as she has run around unminded by her elders. Mollie had indignantly stated to her husband that the antique trinkets were simply just too expensive for a child so squirminly young to be trusted with. Her husband then went about the task to prove his wife correct in her statement.
After talking a bit about the English Girls parents reaction to the unsolved disappearance of their daughters ultra-pricey pendent , Mollie came back to the present and asked if the lady in the maroon silk that her husband pointed out the previous evening would be wearing the same jewels to the dance tomorrow night? Or better her husband replied sleepily, good Mollie pronounced, I did like her emeralds.
In Merry Ole England
They had arrived in England several weeks before the Royal Ball and began the preparations.
In an irony of fate, the profit they had realized from poor Tabitha’s bracelet had paid for a large chunk of their little excursion. Keeping his accent, and adding a trim beard, Mollies husband looked radically different from the man Tabitha had encountered. During the weeks following their arrival, the pair had practiced like they always did before undertaking a new venture. But this time it was with a more daring edge, they quite simply could not afford being caught red handed in a foreign country. Mollie assumed her practice the role. That of the richly dressed, well jeweled quarry. Her husband would stalk and attempt to relieve her of a piece of her jewelry as she went about her business, shopping! The idea being that, If he was able to do so without being caught by an obviously aware Mollie, than he should have no problem at the Royal Ball. As it usually happened when they practiced in this manner, her husband did incredibly well. Mollie had had several pieces of jewelry vanish from her person during the week, without her noticing how or when.
The final night of practice Mollie decided to dress to kill. Looking quite devastating in a glossy gold halter and a long brown velvet skirt with gold stiletto heels clicking as she moved. A diamond heart pendant hung down from her neck, swaying provocatively out from between her breasts. A bracelet, similar to Tabitha’s purloined diamonds, was wrapped around her wrist.
She left their penthouse and made her way to the street outside. Some type of festival was going on as she waded through the crowded streets to the nightclub. Her rings sparkled as they kept rhythm with her swaying diamond waterfall earrings. Just daring her husband to make a move for any of them.
Mollie drank and danced the night away with no hide or hair of her husband until she returned late that evening to their apartment. She found him in the hot tub, smirking. She undressed and joined him. Okay, how did u do it she demanded? I felt nothing, no one bumped or brushed against me all evening that I was not aware of. He opened his fist, allowing her heart diamond pendant to dangle freely in front of her. A magician never reveals his tricks my little cat, he purred, as the pendant swayed in a sparkling arch.
Cat was short for “Cat Lady”, a moniker he had placed upon her when she had broken into a sleeping woman’s room and removed the jewels from her gold case, and even managed to slip off a ring she was wearing. The fact that she was passed out in a drunken stupor, still dressed in her long party gown, didn’t count , or so her husband teased.
You should have been a surgeon! , my dear, Mollie exclaimed with pride. Then she leaned towards him, her green eyes gleaming in earnest, time for a real practice run Mon Cherie, she said in dead seriousness. Then Her eyes opened wide, I got it she exclaimed, I’ll call it The Slinking Sneaky Shearing Snag she pronounced joyfully, getting a face full of water in reply to her effort. Okay Cat, let’s get down to business he retorted, I know just the affair. Mollie listened intensively as her Husband described their next plans, derived while eavesdropping on a couple of ladies shopping in a jewelers.
The next weekend (two weeks to the evening before the Royal Ball) Mollie found herself at a quaint upscale wedding reception held in the large gardens of a country church. She was attired in the same bewitching ensemble that she had been wearing on the final night of practice. Her only jewels were a recently acquired pair of sparkly cascading earrings set with emeralds and diamonds. The affair of the plump piqued peacock plucking she had mused while getting dressed. The only other exception was that the long fiery red hair she had inherited from her Irish namesake grandmother had been cut and dyed blond. Blue contacts had also been added to the disguise to hide her vivid green eyes.
They soon targeted an older jewel laden snob at the reception. An older lady , well jeweled, of the arrogant know it all, obey me totally type whom everyone tries to avoid. While Mollie engaged the mark in a mostly one sided conversation(the older ladies) the lady had become so deeply engrossed about talking about herself and her ties with royalty, that she never detected being relieved of a heirloom antique gold chain and jeweled pendent by Mollies husband who had approached her unnoticed from behind.
It was all Mollie could do no to bring attention to it by looking at the wickedly expensive piece as it was slipped up and away from the Dowager’s ruffled heavy satin blouse.
This time it was mollies turn to keep chatting as her husband headed to the door. He had almost made it when two youths ran into him as they scurried away from a rather sullen looking tween girl they had been teasing, and now were in possession of her purse. Mollie stole a look as she saw her husband topple onto the chasing girl. He managed to extracted himself from the girls long slinky gown that she had probably been forced into by an overly conceited mother. He apologized, and left the girl to go after her antagonizes. Later, when Mollie had caught up to him she teased him about his clumsiness. He just smiled, and pulled out from his vest pocket the most exquisitely matched pearls that the youth had been openly displaying from around her throat and wrist at the reception!
They were, most definitely, ready. The fated evening could not come soon enough. But it finally did.
They had had no problem with using the fancy invitations to gain entrance. Security was heavy, as expected, but with a very lax atmosphere. Mollie was wearing the salmon coloured gown she had had especially made for such occasions, her new blond hair style and the blue contacts. In a coup foray of sorts, Mollie wore the pearls that had been taken by her husband during his run in with the sullen girl at the wedding reception. Her husband was wearing his usual tux with a hand tied bowtie. His ruffled sleeves easily moved up and down along his wrists.
Mollie and her husband split up, each spending the first few hours mingling solo, and taking it all in as they thoroughly enjoyed the Ball and all its many stimulating attractions. It had gone smooth as silk. Spending the first few hours prowling while the guests liquored up Mollie scoping out exactly the right candidates. Dangling jewels with easy clasps were everywhere!, it was surprising how the best of jewel makers skimped on the clasps required to keep the expensive pieces in place. Clothing also made a difference. Silks and satins were quiet and slipped easily. Taffeta could be whispery, more of a challenge. Velvet could easily snag as a piece was being lifted. But these were the costliest of materials, and the wearers would logically be wearing the costlier of jewelry.
Mollie and her husband regrouped several hours later, unobtrusively under the pretense of dancing. Gently discussing their plans. They settled on three likely prospects amongst the almost three hundred present. The first was an older spinster type wearing a luxurious dress of embroidered navy silk and displaying jewelry studded with diamonds and sapphires. The second was a middle aged snotty blonde wearing a shamelessly low cut green silk taffeta gown (which Mollie secretly liked)wearing a thick gold bracelet studded with vulgarly large rubies surrounded by a sea of small sparkly diamonds. She was alone, and a heavy drinker. The third was a longshot. A lanky , flighty brunette wearing immensely valuable jewels of blindingly sparkling Diamonds. Her necklace alone was in the upper hundred thousand range, with a clasp that was one of the easiest to coax open. The only problem was that she came with an obviously newlywed husband who doted on her every move. Both were heavy drinkers, and if he would only leave his wife’s side for, say about fifteen minutes, the necklace would be theirs!
They had decided that any one of the three would produce results worth a king’s ransom, appropriately enough, all things considered. The plan was for her husband to take his time selecting the easiest jewel to acquire from amongst the ones the three marks were displaying , make his move, and pass it off to Mollie who would leave forthwith, while her husband stayed a little while longer to make sure everything remained calm before making his exit stage right via the hallway.
As Mollie went to her station, she saw the Blue silken lady, along with her sapphires and diamonds, leaving with a rather unsavory looking male, eyeing her with a look Mollie knew all too well. Mollie decided to follow them, thinking to herself that some women are just prone to being victimized. Good luck with that one Mollie thought unkindly, as she stole one last look at the ladies glistening sapphires, hope he leaves her with something she sarcastically wished wickedly to the couple’s backside as they went out the exit at the end of the hall. One down and out she thought. Then she spied the husband of the newlywed pair heading down the hall towards her with an older, grey bearded man. Getting close she heard them talking about the Gentlemen’s smoking lounge. Mollie decided to give her husband a signal, but when she found him he was already in the arms of the blond. Molly immediately noticed the absence of the jeweled bracelet from his partners’ wrist. She went back to her table. Immediately she was set upon by some drunken snob asking her to dance. She allowed herself to be taken up into his arms. Spending a few unenchanting minutes with Mr. two left feet, before her husband tapped him on the shoulder cutting in. They danced, Mollie placing a hand into his pocket and feeling something cold and metal wrapped her hand around it. Looking him in the eyes she told him about the now unguarded bride, as she palmed the willowy blonde’s bracelet. They decided to go for it, and as the music ended, Mollie made her way to the hall, where she secreted the blondes bracelet safely away
One down, one more to go! An exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be nimbly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then to let her husband know that with the coast clear, he was free to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping a drooling eye on all evening. The one wearing the exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be so expertly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer.
She was able to see the groom in windowed room, the husband and his friend were smoking a pair of long cigars and drinking brandy in large glass snifters. Mollie passed unnoticed as she mad e her way to the ladies powder room. He was still there, only halfway through a long stogie as she passed again on her way back. Neither time was she observed. Mollie mad her way back to the Ballroom. She sat down at one side of the room, once again allowing the sights of so many bejeweled women to soak in. Her husband was dancing with a lady in a flowing red ball gown, jewels sparkling in abundance, not aware of the danger so close at hand, nor that even with her husband and his particular skill set so close to them, that at that moment nothing could be safer from his fingertips. Finally she caught her husband’s eye. Mollie innocently rubbed a finger along the side of her nose, a subtle signal that it was safe for him to precede.
Mollie was now uncharacteristically having butterflies in her stomach; it was a huge gamble, trying to get away with a pair of thefts in this inhospitable atmosphere. She kept second guessing herself, Bird in hand she kept thinking. But the lure was too great, and it was with a heavy sigh of relief when Mollie saw her husband finally kiss the hand of the young bride after their dance. Mollie could see that she was no longer sporting the thin silver necklace and its row of at least two caret diamonds that had been encircling her throat with their rippling flashy brilliance all evening. Molly stayed put, not daring to leave until her husband had brushed by her in passing and made his way out the hallway to the exit. She waited for a long fifteen minutes, then curling her hand around the necklace that had been dropped into her lap as he had passed; she gained the safety of the hallway. Just in time. For coming down the hallway was none other than the lady in the long luxurious gown and now bare throats groom and his distinguished looking friend. She passed by them, feeling the men eyeing her with roving wolfish gazes. Then she passed them, and proceeded unhindered to once again enter the ladies’ powder room where the necklace soon joined with the Blondes bracelet in its hiding spot.. Than calmly Mollie left, walking past two security Bobbies, virtually unnoticed. The Groom had been absolutely ignorant to the fact that his young Bride’s ridiculously valuable necklace had walked right past him out the door.
Mollie did not let herself really breathe until she had gained the safety of the street. She allowed herself to imagine the commotion as the news of the missing jewels were circulated around the cavernous Ballroom. There would be a flurry of activity, flashes and sparkles as the women checked themselves reassuringly that they were still in possession of their trinkets. Mollie would have loved to have stayed and watched, but obviously could not do so. She rejoined her husband at their meeting place and they drove off. They made their way to Ireland where they spent a cautious week touring before leaving for the states.
Once the profit was realized from their haul that eventful evening, including obnoxious Dowagers the jeweled antique pendent, and was added in to the modest amount they had already accumulated from previous adventures, Mollie and her husband were able to retire to Ireland and live quite an unpretentious life together in a small stone manor in the woods.
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
my series entitled "hannah's house."
hope you like it; hannah did! :]
this was the first thing that i photographed in her apartment. this plant hung straight ahead in her dining room and the light called my name so i chased it. and i got it!
Entitled upper class man meets his match in a Steampunk beauty on the streets of London, England. Published in Living the Photo Artistic Life," Issue No. 93, Nov 2022, Featured Artist, Cover and Pgs. 31-35, issuu.com. Received 5th Place Award in the CAGO 2022 ALL Photography/Digital Art Competition. Entitled upper class man meets his match in a Steampunk beauty. Image Sources: Female figure is from faestock on Deviant Art; Male is from KathySG on Shutterstock; dog from pngwing.com; London scene from Graham-H on Pixabay; Archway from Momentmal on Pixabay; Cat from dimitrisvetsikas1969 on Pixabay; Nucly elements; Red Vine from lilifilane on Deviant Art;
Mural entitled "Piece of a Daydream" by DRIK aka @drik_the_villain, seen in the Wynwood Walls Outdoor Museum at 2526 NW 2nd Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Laika Boss" by @cooldiscorich seen on the wall of Sputnik Coffee at 2057 West 51st Street in the Back of the Yards area of Chicago, Illinois. The mural commemorates Laika, the first animal sent in to space from Earth.
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Mural entitled "Earth Song" by Andrea Wan aka @andrea_wan and Jopa aka @brotherjopa for Shine on St Pete, seen at 155 17th Avenue South in St Petersburg, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Missouri painter Sidney Larson completed this painting entitled "Prehistoric Man" in 1969 as part of the "The Riback Mural," commissioned by Harold H. Riback for the Riback Pipe and Steel Company building on the east end of Business Loop 70 in Columbia, Missouri.
The Ribacks sold the business to Plumb Supply Company in 2015. The building housing the mural is scheduled to be remodeled in January of 2022, and the paintings will be destroyed. According to the State Historical Society of Missouri's Art Collections Manager Greig Thompson, the mural can't be preserved due to the method the mural was installed.
Notley Hawkins took photographs of the mural on December 21, 2021, at the request of Vicky Riback-Wilson to preserve a record of the paintings. Notley Hawkins studied painting and drawing with Sidney Larson at Columbia College and earned his BFA in 1987.
With the help of S.C. Steinberg, Sidney Larson published a booklet entitled The Riback Mural in 1980. The following description was included when noting the painting:
"There is of course, no recorded history of Prehistoric Man, or Cave Dwellers. Thus, this panel reflects the artist's feeling of what life was like many centuries ago. He has taken a very normal assumption that, at some point in time, a piece of metal ore would be included among the rocks surrounding the fire over which their ceramics were baked, and as the ore got hotter, it would ooze metal, in this case, copper. Then a further assumption that, if a metal was available, it would be used for weaponry and the unusable smaller pieces given to the women of the tribe for body adornment.
It was very likely that in this way copper, probably the most used metal in the plumbing industry, was discovered."
The photograph was taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/5.6 with a 1/160-second exposure at ISO 640. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Mural entitled "Mother of Invention" by Dred Ske aka @dredske88 seen in the Logan Square area of Chicago, Illinois.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Fox in Glass" by Bekki Canine aka @bekkicaninepaintings created for the Wabash Walls Public Arts Initiative located on Wabash Avenue in Lafayette, Indiana.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Bergen, September 2007.
It took me some time to get rid of the safety filter settings ... Apologies to my contacts (be careful with these setttings yourselves).
“I hold that the more helpless a creature the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of humankind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
PINK, FRINGED, FRAZZLED Tulips
Hope you are enjoying PINK-WEEK?
The name derives from the frilled edge of the flowers—the verb "to pink" dates from the 14th century and means "to decorate with a perforated or punched pattern" (possibly from German pinken, "to peck").
While the word "pink" was first used as a noun to refer to a color in the 17th century, the verb "pink" continues to be reflected today in the name of those hand-held scissors that cut a zig-zagged line referred to as pinking shears.
Pink was not a common colour in the fashion of the Middle Ages; nobles usually preferred brighter reds, such as crimson.
Shocking pink was a new and more assertive pink invented by Italian fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli in 1931, by mixing a little white with magenta. It became her signature colour.
Pink has symbolised a "welcome embrace" in India and masculinity in Japan.
MORE about pink HERE: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink
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Mural entitled "New Day Rising" by Thomas Turner aka @thomasturner, seen at 2174 South Main Street in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Mr. Rooster" by ETAM aka @bezt-etam, seen at 517 East 8th Street in the Flower District of Los Angeles, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Mitotli" (A Dance in the Nahautl language) by Bimmer Torres aka @_youngbeam, seen at 3750 Wynkoop Street in Denver, Colorado.
The artist states: "(This is) a dance between the old and the new, a dance between the prehispanic and the mestizo. The black and white figure represents the essence of the past, which transcends through force to the colorful Hispanic dancer. This mural depicts the beauty hidden behind the chaos of events that occurred in the mid 1500s. Dedicated to all the Hispanic women who have fought for their families to survive adversity. Thank you, Grandmothers, Mothers, Wives, Sisters, Daughters, and Granddaughters! This is one for you. By sacrificing so much without remorse and through unconditional love, you have led a people to prosperity.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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“Observing” is the first picture of my new series entitled “Silence” .
This was the first time I actually went shooting with all the camera gear down here. You know, step by step things are moving. Next couple of weeks I will be visiting some really interesting places so I hope I can came back with some delights to you.
First time I went to this place it was actually for a different reason: to introduce my daughter to the sea. And she loved it. But I couldn't stop looking at the lifeguard tower, specially with the weather getting heavier and heavier.
Next day, it was even better so I pick up my stuff and went straight where I wanted. Took some initial shots until I found an angle that was good. The picture is 130sec exposure. I did it on purpose, I wanted to push the filters and camera.
Post processing did take some time. After a couple of non satisfactory attempts, I decided to do something unusual to my work flow (test some Topaz labs filters) and it worked. After that, it was just a question of details, like the numbers, sharpening the tower and add some vignette to the image. I also pushed the highlights in the sea just a bit.
Hope you enjoy it.
Nikon D800 and Nikkor 16-35 F4 VR
Post Production with Lightroom 5.0, Nik Software and CS6
©2013, byVini photography
Cartoon entitled Potential Guest at Cubbon Park Police Station by Paul Fernandes at Bengaluru Festival2015.
The Cubbon Park police station is a "very beautiful" building. In 1910 an old British house was converted into a police station.
Scissors & glue collage.
Background is a piece by Paul Klee (1879-1940) entitled "Monument in Fertile Country", 1929.
Mural entitled "Salt Lake Sally" by Phoebe Joynt aka @feebee_n_jay, seen at 80 West Robert in South Salt Lake, Utah.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "What Fuels You" by Kristine Campbell aka @_kristinecampbell for Ren Art Walk, seen at 103 Washington Street in Rensselaer, Indiana.
The artist states: ‘'What Fuels You’ — 8 very full days, all brushwork, acrylic on masonry. When I found out I was doing the outside of an auto business I knew I wanted to incorporate a vintage car, the owners were hoping for one too so it worked out! I love bringing in purpose and symbolism when I can, choosing flowers native to the area to bring in the balance of nature and when I found out owners Deana and Troy Rule had 8 kids, I painted 8 gears for each knowing the importance of family and how they keep you going. The plate number is the date they opened, and ever since seeing Bottle Rocket, any early 70’s Broncos make me all googley eyed. Icing on top was finding out a 72 is one of their daughter’s favorite cars and Troy loves Fords. It’s so inspiring to see businesses launch after the year we’ve had, couldn’t be happier creating something to help them celebrate that."
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Actually entitled "Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe", this installation is stark and imposing. As it should be.
It is not without its detractors. See this article:
www.newyorker.com/culture/richard-brody/the-inadequacy-of...
However, I found it to be a very potent memorial. When you are inside the installation, being dwarfed by the larger concrete blocks, you occasionally get a glimpse of another person flashing by in front of you between the blocks. Then they're gone.
Mural entitled "Soy Nervioso" by Ledania aka @ledania for Bright Walls 2022, seen at 148 East Courtland in Jackson, Michigan.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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i am recently reading a book by one of my favourite writer, Anne Rice entitled 'Belinda" and i assure you, you wont get bored of it. as the critics said, 'It is a 20th century Lolita'. and that made me remember this shot i took at the pier in Bacolod. this one is my very own representation of the novel. :) the 16 years old runaway girl who came from a rich and famous family that handles the United Theatrical who fell in love with a 44 years old divorced children's book author, Jeremy Walker.
Unaware of who Belinda really is, Jeremy falls in love with her and paints her portraits nude. When he discovers Belinda's true identity, things unravel quickly as his career and freedom are threatened, as well as the love he feels for Belinda. The novel explicitly narrates the sexual union between Walker and Belinda.
The novel deals with an illegal relationship: the age of consent in California, where most of the novel's events take place, is 18. Jeremy is accused of being a child molester. The novel describes numerous relationships with large age gaps. Although Belinda is the only character who is a minor, and is much younger than any of the other characters, the novel raises the question whether genuine love can exist and whether it has a moral basis when there is such a large age gap between the lovers.
ps! this is my 1st strobists shot!!! yeeeeey! and that was totally fun! :) i do like the output,hope u do too! :) be uploading more soon :)
model: 16 yrs old jodi henares
We are now preparing stuffs for the 3rd issue of Ecoseedmagazine. And for those who wants to see the previous issues,here's the link so take a tour! c; We have also decided to make two volumes per issue so that means 2 magazine release every month. We would also want to thank all the photo contributors! we'll get back to you guys once your photos are featured on any issues that we'll be releasing with your credits on it! And for anyone of you who wants to be a part of this big step to a whole new portal just drop a msg. c; xoxo and God bless the world :)
Mural entitled "Freedom" by @bkfoxx seen at 55 Atherton Street in Yonkers, New York.
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The first county courthouse was destroyed in the great fire of 1879, along with all the records. The courts were held in a rented building until 1889, when a two-story brick structure was completed on the corner of Sherman and Pine streets. It was demolished in 1906 and replaced with the present Lawrence County Courthouse.
On the ceiling was painted a large allegorical figure entitled "Justice and Mechanics" painted directly on the ceiling by E.A. Soderberg. The jury room was decorated with hand-painted frieze around the room showing a plow scene.
The series of four paintings in the slanting roof of the cupola represented placer miners of the early days in the act of panning gold, a view of the great Homestake Gold Mine showing the highest development of the mining industry, the famous Spearfish falls located in Spearfish canyon, and a view of the town of Spearfish. There were also painted by Soderberg at the Wisconsin headquarters and shipped to Deadwood. Centered at the top of the cupola is a beautiful colored stained glass window.
On February 8, 1908, the present courthouse was dedicated. "Like a small state capitol" was the comment made by an eastern visitor, ironic since the same architect, C.E. Belle, also designed the South Dakota State Capitol building in Pierre built in 1909. Every room, as well as the halls, were furnished with artistic brass electric light fixtures to which gas lamps can be added at any time. The floors throughout were composed of beautiful mosaic work and Greek fret borders near the walls. All of the woodwork and furnishings Judge's Benchwere of the very best quality of golden oak.
In 1985 the Lawrence County Courthouse was condemned, being declared structurally unsound, due to support problems in the flooring. The building was vacated in December, 1985, and the county officers were moved to various locations throughout Deadwood. The Lawrence County Commissioners began the difficult task of consulting experts in the field of architecture and engineering in an attempt to find a resolution to the situation.
On November 4, 1986, the majority vote was to save the 1908 Lawrence County Courthouse. Passage of the initiative required the county to restore or renovate the building. Again, laborious time was spent and various needs studies evaluated. In May , 1990, Lawrence County entered into bonded indebtedness for $5.8 million to fund restoration and renovation of the courthouse, to build a new administrative building and central plaza area, and remodel the existing Public Safety Center. Numerous contributions by local entities made the special project restoration possible.
Taken from www.lawrence.sd.us/courthou1.htm
Mural entitled "Where Do You Go When You Sleep?" by Carly Ealy aka @carlyealy, seen at 454 Eaton Street in the Arts District of Los Angeles, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Recently, a very good friend of mine and his wife celebrated the birth of their first child. I created this photo as a gift for them to try and capture what I described to them as the beauty and often chaotic madness that is parenthood. This photo is going to be the first in what I hope to be an ongoing series entitled Emotional Juxtaposition experimenting with multiple exposure shots. Canon Elan 7E, HP5 IOS 400, DDX (1+4), 3 exposures at f/1.8, -2 stops each exposure.
St. Edmundsbury Cathedral (formally entitled the Cathedral Church of St James and St Edmund)[1] is the cathedral for the Church of England's Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich. It is the seat of the Bishop of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich and is in Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. Originating in the 11th century, it was rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries as a parish church and became a cathedral in 1914; it has been considerably enlarged in recent decades.
Mural entitled "El Sonido de Mi Patria" by Evaristo Angurria aka @angurria, seen at 2401 NW 5th Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida. The model is the artist's wife Venus Patricia Diaz.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled “Navi Waiting in the Shadows” by Ivan Roque aka @ivanjroque for Wynwood Mural Fest, seen in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
The artist states: (this) "depicts my inner faults and flaws depicted in the form of a hyena with glowing yellow eyes and a mandrake flower which represent evil. The piece is meant to evoke a feeling of provocation as you get lost and challenged by Navi or otherwise the demon that lurks within me."
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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In the Mason collection this image is entitled “unknown man”, but it appears to be a distinguished gentleman from the nobility in the middle ages? Who was he, and why did Mr. Mason have him in his collection?
There was some really great work done last week and it was a joy to watch it develop and illuminate the dark corners of our ancient photographs. Thank you all for your involvement and commitment!
Collection: Mason Photographic Collection
Date: 1890 - 1910
NLI Ref: M51/35
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
In May, 2006, Karen and I toured The Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland. One of our stops was Cobh, The image is of the steep hill, known as 'The Deck of Cards", which is situated below St. Colman's cathedral at Cobh
From my set entitled “Cobh”
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In my collection entitled “Ireland”
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Cobh (Pronounced "cove") is a sheltered seaport town on the south coast of County Cork, Ireland.
The locality, which had had several different Irish-language names, was first referred to as Cove ("The Cove of Cork") in 1750. It was renamed Queenstown in 1849 to commemorate a visit by Queen Victoria and so remained until the name Cobh (closer to the Irish spelling) was restored in 1922 with the foundation of the Irish Free State.
Cobh is located on the south shore of the Great Island in Cork Harbour, (reputed to be the second largest natural harbour in the world), on south-facing slopes overlooking the entrance to the harbour. Facing the town of Cobh are Spike Island and Haulbowline Island. On a high point in the town stands the Cobh Cathedral, St. Colman's, seat of the diocese of Cloyne.
According to legend, one of the first colonists of Ireland was Neimheidh, who landed in Cork Harbour over 1000 years BC[citation needed] He and his followers were said to have been wiped out in a plague, but the Great Island was known in Irish as Oilean Ard Neimheadh because of its association with him. Later it became known as Crich Liathain because of the Lehane tribe who were rulers of it[citation needed]. The island subsequently became known as Oilean Mor An Barra, (the Great Island of Barry & Barrymore) after the Barry family who inherited it.
The village on the island was known as Ballyvoloon, overlooking "The Cove" and this was first referred to as Cove village in 1750 by Smith the historian who said "it was inhabited by seamen and revenue officials". The Cork directory of 1787 shows about thirty businesses in the town including one butcher and one draper. The Water Club established at Haulbowline in 1720 was the progenitor of the present Royal Cork Yacht Club (now based in Crosshaven) and is the oldest yacht club in the world. The Royal Cork Yacht Club (RCYC) was based for many years in Cobh and the present Sirius Arts Centre was formerly a clubhouse of the RCYC organisation. In 1966 the Royal Cork Yacht Club merged with the Royal Munster Yacht Club, retaining the name of the RCYC but moving its headquarters to those of the RMYC at Crosshaven at the other side of the harbour.
Cobh is well served by pubs and hostelries. The oldest recorded pub on the island is reputed to have been the "Anti Gallicon" situated in the Holy Ground, and apparently liable to flooding when the tide came in. This pub dated back to the 1780s and was named after opponents to the French "Gallicon" faction who opposed the powers of the Pope
Cove underwent rapid development in the early 1800s assisted by world events. Due to its naturally protected harbour Cobh has historically been important as a tactical base for naval military bases. For instance, Cobh was of major tactical military importance as a naval base during the Napoleonic wars between France and England. Today, the Irish Naval Service is based on Haulbowline island facing Cobh.
The Napoleonic Wars meant the town became a British Naval port with its own admiral and much of the present day buildings were built. The cessation of hostilities dented its prosperity for a time but it became widely known as a health resort and many convalescents came to Cove to avail of its temperate climate. Amongst these was Rev. Charles Wolfe who wrote the "Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna" and is buried in the Old Church Cemetery outside the town.
One of the major transatlantic Irish ports, Cobh was the departure point for 2.5 million of the six million Irish people who emigrated to North America between 1848 and 1950. On 11 April 1912 Queenstown was the final port of call for the RMS Titanic as she set out across the Atlantic on her ill-fated maiden voyage. Local lore has it that a Titanic crew member John Coffey, a native of Queenstown, jumped ship although there is no record of him on the crew list. 123 passengers boarded in all; only 44 survived the sinking.
Cobh was also a major disembarkation port for men, women and children who were deported to penal colonies such as Australia. The records of such deportations can be found in the ship log books in the Cobh Museum, which since 1973 is housed in Scots church (Presbyterian church until 1969 closure) overlooking the harbour.
Due to its maritime advantages, a significant shipbuilding industry developed in Cobh and the remnants of the Verolme Shipyard today maintain many of the original cranes and hoists which now form part of the significant industrial and maritime heritage of Cobh which is considered to have major tourism potential. Underutilised dockyards in Holland (e.g. NDSM/Stichting Kinetisch Noord in Amsterdam which has been redeveloped as an artistic and cultural centre and where MTV has since located) and other European countries are now emerging as major hubs of cultural and economic development, focussing on fostering creative class and knowledge-intensive industries such as media and computing. [1]. The Verolme Shipyard currently contains the Philip Gray Gallery of Fine Art [2].
The original pier (as it appeared in 2007) that passengers used to board ferries to get to the Titanic—which was anchored near the mouth of Cobh harbour.
The age of steam brought famous achievements to Cobh, most notably the first steam ship to sail from Ireland to England (1821) and the first steam ship to cross the Atlantic (Sirius 1838) which left from Passage West. In 1849 the name of the town was changed to Queenstown to honour Queen Victoria who visited Ireland in that year.
Several other notable ships are associated with the town, including the Cunard passenger liner RMS Lusitania was sunk by a German U-Boat off the Old Head of Kinsale while en route to Liverpool in on May 7, 1915. 1198 passengers died, while 700 were rescued. The survivors and victims were brought to the town of Cobh, and over one hundred lie buried in the Old Church Cemetery just north of the town. The Lusitania Peace memorial is located in Casement Square opposite the arched building housing the Cobh Library and Courthouse.
During World War I, Queenstown was a naval base for British and American destroyers operating against U-boats that preyed upon allied merchant vessels. The first division of American destroyers arrived in May 1917, and the sailors who served on those vessels were the first American servicemen in combat duty in the war. When the convoy arrived in port, after a rough passage in what were little more than open boats, they were met with a great crowd of sailors and townspeople, thankful for their help in stopping the U-boats that were blockading western Europe. The British Commodore met the captain of the American flagship by jumping onto the dock, and asked him how soon the weather-beaten American ships could be put to use. "We're ready now, sir!" was the widely quoted answer from the Captain.
Due to its tactical military importance, under the terms of the Anglo-Irish Treaty 1921 the port remained a UK sovereign base, see Treaty Port. Along with the other Treaty ports it was handed over to the government of the Irish Free State in 1938.
The population of the Cobh area has increased greatly in recent times with large new housing estates established on the outskirts of the town, placing severe pressures on the transport infrastructure. The town boundary has not yet reflected these changes in order to accommodate the new housing developments.
According to the 2006 Census, the combined population of Cobh and Great Island was 12,887. The former farmlands of Cobh have been extensively developed in recent years, with a large amount of housing estates being built in areas such as Rushbrooke and Carrignafoy. Cobh is gradually becoming a satellite town to the nearby Cork City, and has a dynamic (and international) commuter population as can be evidenced on the hourly commuter train service to Cork city.
Haulbowline Island which faces Cobh town is the headquarters of the Irish Naval Service, formerly a British naval station.
Cobh was home to Ireland's only steelworks, the former state-owned Irish Steel works which was closed by its buyer, Ispat International, in 2001. There is a controversy over the slag heap on the steelworks, where there are concerns that it may be leaching into the harbour[3].
Tourism is a large employer in Cobh. Large cruise liners visit Cobh each year, mainly during the summer months, although many of the tourists are transported out of Cobh by bus to other tourist destinations.
Another important employer in Cobh had been the Dutch-owned Verolme Cork Dockyard, in Rushbrooke. It opened in 1960 and ceased operations in the mid-1980s. In 1981 the mvLeinster was built at Verolme for service on the Dublin – Holyhead route [4] The last ship built at Verolme was the Irish Naval Service's LÉ Eithne (P31) [5]. Some ship repair work is still carried at Rushbrooke using the impressive drydock[1] and other facilities. The drydock pumps are reputed to date from 1912.
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PhotoShop elements 5" light/shadow balance, multiply, posterize, rough pastels, sandstone filter
Topaz: vibrance
Finished wall entitled " no word "
This mural is about feelings that will never die but some how it remains alive inside of ourselves and we can find these motivations through things that money will neve be able to provide at all. Rescuing someone's feelings is give him/her some reasons to live for.
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Mural terminado intitulado "sem palavras"
Este mural é sobre sentimentos que nunca morrerá mas que de algum modo isso permanece dentro de nós mesmos, nós podemos encontrar motivações através de coisas que o dinheiro não pode oferecer. Resgatar os sentimentos de alguém é dar à ela/ele razões pra viver.
Mural entitled "Linky" by Dale Grimshaw aka @dale_grimshaw for the Raw Project, seen at the at the Dr Henry W. Mack/West Little River school at 2450 NW 84th Street in Miami, Florida. The title was chosen by the students at the school.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Eye 2 Eye" by by Dan Handskillz aka @invisible_hometown seen on the wall of a Jiffy Lube at 355 North Shadeland Avenue in the Eastgate area of Indianapolis, Indiana.
The artist states: "Eye 2 Eye depicts the early moments of what could become a meaningful friendship for two new and very different acquaintances. The soft and fluffy, curious cat and the hard and angular machine, both creatures of the street, examine each other closely, recognizing one thing they have in common: green eyes. The mural is a metaphor for everyone being able to find commonalities with each other, even if they are from different worlds."
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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This was originally entitled Summer 2012. Somehow this summer seems the same as the last one! I have reworked this almost entirely in LR from a single RAW file and just had to do a little touching up in PS.
Mural entitled "Milo" by Patrick Kane McGregor aka @patrickkanemcgregor, seen at 3328 North Miami Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The Larger Self" by Stefan Ways aka @stefanways seen at 2145 North Broadway in the 5 Points area of Denver, Colorado.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Birds of a Feather" by Meaghan Claire Kehoe aka @mck_studio for Free for All Walls 2023, seen at 511 Pelissier Street in Windsor, Ontario, Canada.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Indigenous People Unite" by Dragon 76 aka @dragon76 seen at 2105 West Cornwallis Drive in Greensboro, North Carolina.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Rachel Swallows pinned Rach Avro down for this shoot entitled "The Masseuse" featuring Bob Allen. (We don't know much about Bob but we have a feeling we ain't seen the last of him). Busted Magazine is no more; but, talent like Rachel Swallows (and her BFF Bewitched) needs an outlet. Until Busted is resurrected, Jumpy gonna keep Miss Swallows busy freelancing for Slut Magazine! Ye ol' faithful of Slut Mag Faithful don't gotta thank me! Jumpy loves y'all! Hehehehe! Enjoy!
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Mural entitled "Feathered Wolf" by Farid Rueda aka @farid_rueda seen in the Wynwood Outdoor Museum in Miami, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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From my set entitled “Escarpment” (under development)
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In my collection entitled “Halton”
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In my photostream
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Reproduced from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niagara_Escarpment
The Niagara Escarpment is a long escarpment, or cuesta, in the United States and Canada that runs westward from New York State, through Ontario, Michigan, Wisconsin and Illinois. It is composed of the Lockport geological formation of Silurian age, and is similar to the Onondaga geological formation, which runs parallel to it and just to the south, through the western portion of New York and southern Ontario. The escarpment is most famous as the cliff over which the Niagara River plunges to form Niagara Falls, for which it is named.
The Niagara Escarpment is the most prominent of several escarpments formed in the bedrock of the Great Lakes. It is traceable from its easternmost point in New York State, starting well east of the Genesee River Valley near Rochester, creating one large and two small waterfalls on the Genesee River in that city, thence running westwards to the Niagara River forming a deep gorge north of Niagara Falls, which itself cascades over the escarpment. In Southern Ontario it stretches along the Niagara Peninsula hugging close to the Lake Ontario shore near the cities of St. Catharines and Hamilton and Milton where it takes a sharp turn north toward Georgian Bay. It then follows the Georgian Bay shore northwestwards to form the spine of the Bruce Peninsula, Manitoulin, St. Joseph Island and other islands located in northern Lake Huron where it turns westerwards into the Upper Peninsula of northern Michigan, south of Sault Ste. Marie. It then extends southwards into Wisconsin following the Door Peninsula and then more inland from the western coast of Lake Michigan and Milwaukee ending northwest of Chicago near the Wisconsin-Illinois border.
In February 1990, the Niagara Escarpment was designated a World Biosphere Reserve by UNESCO, making it one of 12 in Canada. Development and land use adjacent to the escarpment is regulated and the biosphere protected by the Niagara Escarpment Commission, an agency of the Ontario government.